Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

"Can't go in, can't go in, absolutely can't go in..."

Qin Feng held up the pocket TV, his eyes were red.

Zhou Xiaochun, Ibrahimovic and Helena also stood up, crowded beside Qin Feng, and shouted.

"Can't go in, can't go in..."

On the other side, Mark's group also surrounded them, waving their fists.

"Shoot, shoot!"

"Damn Nelson, are you a man!"

"Don't bring it, lob the empty goal!"

"..."

Mark squeezed a head from Qin Feng's armpit, grinning and howling.

"Go in, you have to go in, score..."

On TV, all the fans stood up.

Some even stood on the seats in the stands, turning their heads in unison following Nilsson's running direction.

Behind him, the Bayern players were chasing hard, but Erbo, who ran the fastest, was nearly 30 meters away from him.

In front of him, Nilsson took the lead and quickly approached the 35-meter area of ​​the goal.

This distance has entered his range.

Give the ball a big kick forward, keep up, swing your legs.

This kind of shooting action, Nelson has done thousands of times in training, and he is extremely skilled.

This ball must be scored!

But he didn't notice that the turf in front of him was slightly lifted due to the fierce fighting.

Click.

Nelson's right foot shoveled into the raised turf.

The football rolls away.

He fell to the ground suddenly, hugged his ankle and rolled over in pain.

While running at high speed, he shot hard and kicked the turf. This time he was seriously injured.

There was an uproar.

Qin Feng had an expression of surprise on his face. Just as he was about to shout out to celebrate, his eyes widened in horror.

Nilsson's football didn't stop, and it still rolled unrelentingly towards Bayern's goal.

Staring at the rolling football, everyone held their breath.

Needle drop could be heard in the bar.

suddenly……

"Is the ground at the Munich Olympic Stadium uneven? Why doesn't the ball stop!"

Qin Feng got angry, and turned the TV 90 degrees with a whimper, and at the same time kept blowing against the rolling direction of the ball.

He wants the football on the screen to roll back.

But that doesn't do anything.

The football has bounced into the penalty area and is about to cross the Bayern goal line.

Finished!

Qin Feng's heart suddenly sank to his heels.

Just as the football was about to enter the door, a figure rushed over.

It is Bayern striker Erbo who has never given up on chasing.

Realizing that he couldn't make it in time, he suddenly slid the shovel to the ground and stretched out his feet to pick the football that rolled to the goal line.

"Okay, that's it, pick the ball out!"

Qin Feng yelled and kept shaking the TV in his hand, helping Erbo to work hard.

"Kick it out!"

"Destroy the ball!"

"Come on!"

"..."

Zhou Xiaochun and Helena waved their small fists and yelled, and Ibrahimovic also yelled ferociously, wishing he could rush into the TV to clear the ball himself.

Mark and others also shouted hoarsely, they are cheering for football.

Elbo's foot has touched the ball.

But depending on the direction, it is uncertain whether the football will be cleared or be shoveled into one's own goal.

at this time!

boom!

The TV screen suddenly went black.

The shouting in the bar stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned.

Qin Feng held the TV and froze there, raised his eyebrows and looked back, he shook it too hard, and the plug of the pocket TV was pulled off.

"Ha ha……"

Qin Feng sneered, and gently put down the TV.

Under the stares of everyone, he grabbed his crutches and walked towards the plug awkwardly.

Just when he was about to connect the power supply, outside the door, there was a burst of whining sirens from far and near.

Before Qin Feng could get over it, there was a sound of brakes at the door, followed by a series of bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, it seemed that many people got out of the car and closed the door.

Is it the police?

Only then did Qin Feng remember that when he first arrived at the bar, he asked Ibrahimovic to call the police.

At that time, the police said it would be here in an hour.

But this will be an hour and a half of the game is coming to an end, they come!

Really efficient.

In the bar, a group of big men made a mess, and those with guns pointed their guns at Qin Feng and the others.

Mark also came to his senses, raised his revolver, and rushed to hold Qin Feng's forehead.

"Boy Longguo, if you dare to call the police, die!"

……

Outside the bar.

Three police vehicles were dispatched from Malmö Police Station.

Eight police officers were checking their firearms outside the door as if they were facing an enemy.

"This is Rosengard, be careful."

"Damn it, the boss shouldn't have sent us such a dangerous mission."

"This Mark is not small, he is a master who dares to shoot and kill people."

"The police said it was a kidnapping case, so be careful when you go in."

"..."

After 2 minutes, the check is complete.

The leader of a middle-aged policeman whispered: "Vauxon, you and Carlson guard the back door, and the others rush in through the front door with me."

Eight police officers split into two groups.

2 people walked around to the back of the bar, 6 people leaned on both sides of the bar door, 3 on each side.

The leading middle-aged policeman made a countdown gesture.

3, 2, 1!

With a bang, he opened the door and rushed in first, and the rest of them followed with pistols in their hands.

"Stay where you are and don't move!"

"Put your hands on the table, where I can see them!"

"Whoever moves, I will shoot!"

"..."

After seeing the situation in the bar clearly, several police officers froze suddenly.

What's happening here?

There is soft piano music playing in the room, and the warm yellow light reflects on the glass hanging from the bar, exuding blurred colors.

Inside the house, guests at scattered tables chatted in low voices, and the courteous waiters shuttled back and forth.

In the middle of the gaming table, there was a young man with a cane beside him, who was playing chess with a blond middle-aged man in a neat suit.

The look of the two thinking hard, it seems that the chess game has reached the most dangerous moment.

Around them, a man and two women frowned and watched the chess without saying a word, obviously they are also masters of this skill.

When they heard the police coming in, everyone turned their heads in astonishment.

Several policemen looked at each other, but did not put down their pistols.

The leading middle-aged policeman scanned the house with his gun.

The guests at several tables were all men, who looked menacing, and two of them were regular customers registered at the police station.

Looking at the gaming table again, the middle-aged policeman narrowed his eyes.

Mark, who is well-known throughout Malmö, which policeman doesn't know him?

His information at the police station could fill a truckload.

But I never heard that he can play chess.

The young man who played chess with Mark had an oriental face and a calm expression on his face, which seemed to be nothing suspicious.

Another oriental beauty should be with him.

If you read correctly, that big young man is a player of our Malmö team.

There was no difference between the two.

But the blond beauty had a stiff expression and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

This is an attempt to hide panic.

wrong!

There's something tricky in here!

The middle-aged policeman held a gun and shouted: "Who called the police just now, stand up!"

No one said a word.

After thinking about it, he switched to English and shouted again. There are foreigners in the room, and maybe they don't understand Swedish.

This time, Qin Feng stood up on crutches.

"Sir, no one called the police, did you make a mistake?"

The middle-aged policeman cast his gaze over immediately.

Staring at Qin Feng for a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure no one called the police?"

"of course."

Qin Feng had a smile on his face, "I'm a tourist from Longguo, and I came to this bar for a party with my friends. I didn't expect the boss to be a nice talkative guy. We get along well."

"Oh, yes, it's just that the chess game is a bit rotten."

Qin Feng added with a smile.

Behind him, Mark stared at Qin Feng's back, his expression kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……